[L nods with a hum, accepting the plan even though he hesitates and nearly balks at the thought of a healer. What Myr senses secondhand will be just as obvious to someone sighted, and there's no way to explain without cheeks that burn and the unshakable cast of weakness. Unwilling or willing, sex shouldn't come so close to physically breaking a human body, even one as slender-boned as L's.]
If... you think it would be for the best.
[He realizes that the prospect is less profoundly gutting so long as Myr remains with him, though asking feels too difficult.]
He'll...
[Mello, or Niles? L sighs, listening to the distant sounds of the kitchen puts together their orders. Myr's omelette is cooking, judging by the fragrance drifting out to meet them, and L's stomach chews itself. He'd forgotten how hungry he was, as he often does.]
I think that he'll keep his distance, for now.
[Both of them. Thankfully, because distance is what L needs, at least long enough to mend.]
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If... you think it would be for the best.
[He realizes that the prospect is less profoundly gutting so long as Myr remains with him, though asking feels too difficult.]
He'll...
[Mello, or Niles? L sighs, listening to the distant sounds of the kitchen puts together their orders. Myr's omelette is cooking, judging by the fragrance drifting out to meet them, and L's stomach chews itself. He'd forgotten how hungry he was, as he often does.]
I think that he'll keep his distance, for now.
[Both of them. Thankfully, because distance is what L needs, at least long enough to mend.]